Date: Sat, 9 Nov 2019 09:32:23 -0800
From: Ritch M <dcrichpup@gmail.com>
Subject: Rich Boy Slut - Chapter 1

It had been a fun night at the Eagle. I always have a good time when I wear
my chaps and jock leaving my ass on display. I'd checked my leather jacket
to show off my bare chest and new harness. Tonight wasn't really a night to
hunt for someone to take me home and use me as their bitch, but I wouldn't
have objected the offer from a few hot Leather Daddies. Being a five foot,
three inch, twenty-five year old blond in good shape gets me a decent
amount of attention. I don't mind at all but as a submissive bottom who
loves being used, I want them to have my attention.

The several hours I'd spent in the bar was mostly talking to guys, drinking
beers, and kneeling between the urinals to recycle the hot piss for anyone
willing to give it to me. There were plenty who didn't want to waste it
down a metal drain when they could have a warm mouth to fill. I had a
couple guys who fucked my mouth after I drank their piss and happily
swallowed their load. Two guys even fucked me, breeding my ass with what
felt like large loads.

By the time 1:30 a.m. rolled around I was ready to head home. I hadn't
allowed myself to cum at all during the night, so was still horny as
fuck. My Uber driver as a sexy asian guy. I started to flirt before I got
more direct. "If you got time when you drop me, come on in and I'll suck
you off as an extra tip."

"Na, dude. It's still my busy time with everyone headed home from the
clubs."

"You sure? I'll make it worth your time and I give the best head in the
city. A hot stud like you, I'd even give you my ass if you want. Looks like
you got a big cock in there."

"Chill. Maybe another time."

Between a combination of my extreme horniness and the buzz from the beer, I
pulled out all the stops. "Between tip and cash I'll give you a hundred
dollars right now if you let me see your cock."

"You serious? A hundred just to see it?"

"Yes, Sir."

The street we were on was dark. The driver pulled into an open space and
killed his lights. "Cash first."  I asked if he had a pen and he gave me
one. I wrote out a note on the bill I pulled from my pocket.  'More of
these if you let me worship your cock,' and I included my phone number. I
handed him a fifty dollars bill and put another fifty as his tip in the
app, showing him.

Teasingly slow, he opened his pants and hooked his underwear below his
balls. There was just enough light in the car to see as I leaned
forward. It was a hot sight and looked to be semi hard. The skin on the
head was amazingly smooth. He stroked it a few times before putting it
away. "I didn't think you were serious. You'll be seeing me again as long
as I see Grants or Benjamins before anything happens." His laugh made me
smile. "Know fags like you can't help yourself around a stud like me." He
pocked the cash. "You already paid and tipped me, so you can walk from
here, so get out."

"Yes, Sir. My number is on the money, so anytime day or night I'm yours to
use, Sir." I reached for the door. "I'll happily give you want you want,
Sir. It will be a pleasure to serve you" With that I stepped out of the car
and watched him drive off.

I was only four blocks from my house and didn't mind walking since I at
least got to see his cock. The possibility of doing more made me smile.

The cool air hitting me caused an immediate need to take a leak. The street
was quiet and I briefly thought about whipping my cock out right there and
pissing all over myself. Instead I decided the alley to my right would be a
better option. I loved the risk of the dark spaces. Not knowing if anyone
was further back or what might happen. I'd also been fucked in and sucked
many cock in filthy alleys. I love trashy sex.

I wandered about twenty feet back from the street, out of the light from
the nearest street lamp and stood behind a dumpster. I pulled the codpiece
from my leather jock and stuffed it in my jacket pocket. Spreading my feet
wide and placing both hands on the brick wall in front of me I let my
stream flow. The sound of splashing before me was like music and I started
getting hard.

I was so focused on the needed piss I didn't hear the footsteps coming up
behind me. My nose should have alerted me, but the nearby dumpster assisted
my alley companion with his stealth. The first I realized I wasn't alone
was when I felt a cool hand on my bare ass. By instinct, I pushed back
against the rough fingers. When I lifted one had off the wall, I felt his
other hand press on the center of my back. Hell, I had someone playing with
my ass so I wasn't about to go anywhere. I fought the urge to turn my head
and see who was behind me. I really didn't care as long as fucked me.

A finger slid between my cheeks. I moaned like a slut when it found my cum
lubed hole. I heard the rustling of clothes and a zipper being lowered.

Being as short as I am it's difficult for a lot of taller guys to fuck me
standing up. As much as I wanted him to pin me to the wall it just wasn't
going to work. He grabbed my shoulder and dragged me deeper into the alley
before aggressively pushing me over a garbage can that put my ass in the
position he wanted. I was hard as a rock. The man grabbed my hips and lined
up his cock. I heard and felt him spit and rub the head around my hole. He
shoved his full length into me in one hard, rough push. This got another
moan from me as I estimated he was nine inches at least. His cock felt
thick too and I was in cock whore heaven. He seemed to take a moment to
enjoy having me wrapped around his cock like a glove. Slowly he started to
withdraw only to sink back in. Soon he was building up a nice pace and the
sound of his crotch hitting my bare ass resonated through the narrow space.

I could see movement ahead of me as another man walked from deeper in the
alley. From the minimal light I couldn't tell much except he was black and
older. No words were spoken aloud just like with the guy using my ass. He
stepped in front of me and pulled his cock out of well worn pants. My nose
wrinkled at the scent but I dutifully opened my mouth as he grabbed the
back of my head with both hands. The dark piece of meat was about six
inches soft. It didn't take long for my tongue to get him nice and hard and
I had eight inches or more pounding my throat.

Both men were on a mission. They wanted to cum and I was nothing more than
a living fleshlight for their pleasure. I loved every second of fulfilling
my true purpose in life. I was getting skull fucked at one end as his long
cock sank into my throat over and over. Thank whatever gods there are that
I got over my gag reflex in high school. At the same time the guy using my
ass was getting faster and rougher with each stroke, pounding my hole
causing me to moan around the one in my mouth. I know you can't rape the
willing, and I was more than willing here, but there's nothing better than
strangers fucking me like they're raping me.

Much too soon for my liking, the man giving me the really hot fuck lost his
rhythm. His breathing was ragged and coming in gasps. His grip tightened on
my hips and I knew I'd have some trophy bruises for the next couple
days. He pushed in one last time as hard and far as he could go, holding
me. The grunts and throbbing in my ass told me he was breeding me. That
seemed to trigger the guy I was sucking off. His legs began to shake, his
cock became super hard, and then I tasted his bitter sweet cum. He unloaded
a massive amount in my throat and I happily slurped it all down, nursing on
the big cock for everything I could get.

The guy in my ass was lazily relaxing as his cock continued to throb,
seemingly happy to leave it in me.  The one I'd sucked off pulled out, ran
the tip across my extended tongue, zipped up, and walked off the way he
came.

When my ass was finally vacated, I spun around and went down on the guy,
sucking his cock clean.  With the condition of his clothes it might not
have really mattered, but it was my duty for someone who made me feel so
good. For the first time since he placed his hand on my bare ass, I knew it
was another black guy. There was something extra hot knowing two homeless
guys had just used me.  Never spoke to me, or each other for that matter,
just took what they wanted. As his cock shrank some in my mouth he started
to push me away. For the first time I heard his voice. "I gotta piss now."

I held on, letting his cock rest on my tongue and wrapped an arm around his
leg. "I said I gotta piss."  When I still didn't move, he let his stream
fly. It was definitely not the sweet flavor of beer piss, but it was still
piss from someone who had bred me. I greedily swallowed it all, never
losing a drop. "Damn, you're one sick little fuck."

"Thank you, Sir. I'm happy I could be of use. And thank you for allowing me
to drink your piss too." It looked like the man was in his fifties or
sixties. It's hard to tell in the light and living the way he did could
have aged him. It really didn't matter as long as you get hard and have a
nice cock to breed my hole with. I reached into my pocket and pulled out a
fifty along with a card that had my address and number on it. "I'll have to
come back here from time to time to get used. Love to have you fuck me
again. Or swap and suck you while the other guy fucks me." I handed him the
cash and card. "My address is on there. I'm only a couple blocks away. Stop
by anytime. If you want to fuck, shower, or have me wash your clothes. I'll
be your servant and do anything you want while you're there, Sir."

He took the cash from me and started to walk off. "Might just do that."

"Thank you, Sir."

I had four blocks to walk and I headed down the street happy from an ass
load of cum, and a belly full of cum and piss.

The haze from the beers I had and the lust for still wanting more cock
before I got off clouded my thoughts enough I didn't even think to put my
codpiece back on. So I walked down the street with my rock hard cock
pointing towards the night sky.

I live in a good neighborhood, but like any urban area we still have a
crime problem. I turned a corner onto my street and saw a group of
guys. The broken glass on the ground and the bag being pulled from the
window left little doubt what they were doing. I surprised them as much as
they did me. Just from a quick glance as I tried to hurry past I could see
it was three black guys and two Hispanics. All were around my age. It was
at that moment my missing codpiece was brought to my attention.

"Damn, Dude. The little fag's got his dick out."

"You'd be the one to notice."

"Fuck you. Hard not to notice. The fucker's hard."

"Maybe he likes what he sees. You know how those white boys. Wanting real
men to turn them into a pussy. That what you want, boy?" I caught a glimpse
of one guy grabbing his crotch.  That's definitely what I wanted.

"Bet he'd bigger than the tiny pingas you got."

I heard them laughing more and the fact they saw my cock out made it that
much harder as I rushed past.

"His ass is out too. Must want to get fucked." There was more laughter
behind me now. "Brave fucker walking around almost naked."

I crossed the street, looking back as they watched me, seeming to have lost
interest in the car they'd broken into. My nice street of old row houses
felt unusually quiet. I decided not to go into my house but the basement
apartment under it. It was set up for special use. I stopped at the steps
leading down to the dark doorway and looked back one more time. The group
was no longer at the car, but moving towards my end of the block.

Punching my code in on the door, it unlocked. I flipped on the lights which
illuminated the room in a dim red glow. It also turned on a red porch
light. I thought about closing and locking the door but my horniness got
the better of me. I dropped my phone into a secure lock box just to be
safe. There were a couple panic buttons around the room in case of a
problem and Alexa would usually answer if I called for help. I tossed my
jacket aside, and knelt on the floor with my hands clasped behind my
back. I didn't have long to wait as all five walked into my play space and
closed the door.

"Fuck. This place is sick."

"More stuff in here than a sex shop."

"No wonder the little dude was walking around naked."

Behind me to my left was a sling, and to the right was a couch and
chair. On a side wall was a St.  Andrews cross. If they made it into the
bedroom they'd see the metal dungeon bed. My cuffs were still attached to
it. The walls were lined with toys and erotic art. In one corner was a fuck
machine, a thick black dildo still attached. It had been my uncle's house
when he was alive and he had outfitted the space as his personal
dungeon. I'd love to know how many twinks and other young guys he used in
it. Him and a bunch of his friends regularly gang banged me here. Tying me
in the sling and breeding me 'til cum was leaking out of my well used
ass. I inherited the when he passed away. In front of my family, the lawyer
said my uncle couldn't think of anyone who would appreciate it more than
his favorite nephew. Now it was a space where I could get used without my
home upstairs getting trashed.

One of the guys stood in front of me while the others searched the
apartment for anything of value.  I glanced to the side as my jacket was
picked up and one of them went through the pockets. "Hey, found two hundred
bucks here."

"Wonder if the fag's a hooker."

"Does anything lead upstairs?"

"I think I found a door, but I doubt we could get through it."

I saw a pair of shoes move next to the guy in front of me. "Nothing here
worth taking. That TV is a little too big to carry down the street." He was
right. I didn't have anything of resale value in the space, except for
people wanting to buy out a sex shop. There was a computer monitor and
keyboard for cruising, but the PC was safely locked away upstairs. I had a
couple things logged in, but they'd have to play around with it to find
that. A seventy-two inch TV was mounted on the wall. Never know when you
want porn playing.

One of them looked out the window. "There's a cop car down the street at
the car."

"Guess we'll just have to hang out here for a while."

"What we gonna do while we wait?"

"I don't know about you, but I got a white boy on his knees in front of me
and he's still hard. I'm sure this fag could entertain us all." I raised my
eyes from the floor enough to see the zipper in front of me being
lowered. "Strip off them boots and leather, faggot."

Instinct answered before my mind could keep me quiet. "Yes, Sir."

***To be continued***

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